Chapter 2050

Xu Jingchang sits in Jinan. He is Xu Da's grandson and a royal relative. His prestige is naturally enough.

He carefully stared at Jinan mansion, and scouts kept rotating to all parts of Jinan mansion every day.

In a word: peace, don't make trouble!

To this end, he placed a large cage outside his residence, plus a few machetes.

His murderous behavior frightened many people.

After Fang Xing's cleansing, those gentry were still terrified. Xu Jingchang was a relative of the emperor. Who dared to provoke him?

So Xu Jingchang was proud.

But Wang Shang had no time to be proud. He was busy "hair!"

……

When Wang Shang walked into the chief secretary's Yamen, those complicated eyes seemed to him to be short swords. He wanted to reach out and grasp them, and then turn the short swords into words and spray them into the whole Daming!

"Yes, sir."

Chang Yu's face was a little pale. He slowly got up and said with a smile, "Mr. Bailian came, but I'm not feeling well and impolite."

Wang Chang held a residence newspaper in his hand. He said, "Lord Chang, this is the Ming Dynasty newspaper. According to the arrangement before xinghebo left, it should be distributed by the Chief Secretary Yamen and transmitted to all parts of the Ming Dynasty."

Chang Yu took the newspaper and said, "... The greed of the gentry is endless. Their desire for land and slaves can almost destroy the sky and the earth. God blocks and kills God, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha..."

It's too intense!

Chang Yu shook his head and said after reading the article: "Xinghe Bo's words are too fierce, just like a call of arms. If it is sent, I'm afraid there will be a storm!"

Wang Chang didn't think so: "Lord Chang, after Jinan, after clearing the fields, there is still room for relaxation? Can those gentry be more gentle..."

Chang Yu glanced at him and said nothing to the rebellious old man.

"Your Majesty has agreed to this, and I will do it here naturally..."

……

Baoding's government came quickly on a horse and stopped near the horse. The post soldier on the horse handed a bamboo tube to the small official who came out and said, "Di Bao!"

The small official went in with a bamboo tube, and soon there was a roar.

"This... This is looking for trouble!"

"Stick it at the gate and let people watch. Don't be torn or altered. Get some pen, ink, paper and inkstone and let them copy!"

The residence newspaper was soon posted at the gate, and those who went in and out stopped.

"... see Ming Pao?"

A scholar shook his head and read: "... Jianming, author... Daming... Xinghebo..."

"Read!"

The people on the side shouted when they saw that the scholar's face was red and full of anger. Then he remembered that he was a scholar and withdrew.

The scholar pointed to the mansion and said angrily, "nonsense! Nonsense!"

At this time, two young people crowded in, and one of them read aloud: "... The rise and fall of dynasties alternate, and the rise and fall are the suffering of the people..."

"... the former Song Dynasty did not curb the annexation, the gentry were powerful and greedy, concealed the land, Jinggong was defeated, and there was no vitality..."

"... in the early days of our Dynasty, there was still a lot of land, and the people were able to live in peace. Now mergers are coming back, and there are refugees everywhere..."

"... taxation is the foundation of a country. Emperor Gao, the emperor Taizu, allowed poor students to reduce taxes and labor. So far, it has become a sharp weapon for mergers and acquisitions... The method of tax avoidance is spectacular!"

"... poor family, I can see that the gentry of the Ming Dynasty are poor families. They must have no overnight food at home, so they took it by surprise..."

"... industry and commerce are not prosperous, the country is not strong, and there is no wealth... Mergers continue, and the people at the bottom will never have peace!"

After reading, the two young people turned back and said, "we are children of science. In the future, whenever we see the Ming Pao, we will read it to you. If you don't understand, you can ask us."

"The gentry of the Ming Dynasty are poor? What do you say?"

Someone in the crowd asked, and then looked timidly at the gathered men in green shirts.

"What this means is that most of today's famous scholars have been exempted from taxes and labor that were supposed to give preferential treatment to poor students. If they are not poor students, why should they be exempted?"

"Yes! Why exempt?"

The two young men looked at the iron green men and said, "after Exemption, they can accept donations. It is national wealth, but it has become private wealth for private enjoyment. When more and more donations are made in the future, who will pay taxes? Who will support the army? Where will the court get money for disaster relief?"

"Well, let's copy a few here and take two by ourselves. You can take the rest by yourself."

The Yamen service was nearby. Two young people took paper and pen and squatted on the ground to copy.

After writing, they each took one, then squeezed into the crowd and left quietly.

There was a silence at the scene. The men in green shirts were muttering gloomily, and then dispersed separately.

"They're crazy! They're crazy! They won't stop. Who's good for making trouble? No one!"

Complaints came from the government office, and then fell into silence.

But it's already fried outside.

"What does that mean? To stink us?"

A group of scholars gathered in a restaurant. During the banquet, all kinds of anger were blowing out. The shopkeeper and the waiter didn't dare to approach at all.

"That man is unscrupulous. Your majesty let him..."

"Shut up!"

A man shouted, "don't mention your majesty. Be careful to get into trouble."

After a moment of silence, a young man got up and said, "look at those people. They believe it. Gentlemen, if we go on like this, we will become moths!"

Another man said in a deep voice, "don't forget, some people have been saying that there will be a tax system in the future. This is the fatal thing!"

"Once the first tax system comes down, what are those farmers afraid of? If there are more fields, pay more, and if there are less fields, pay less. Who will be unlucky in the end?"

"It's our bad luck! We'll be like those farmers and your tenants in the future, everybody!"

"What should I do?"

Everyone at the table was depressed.

For a long time, a man in a green shirt said faintly, "you guys, many people... There are also two of my classmates. They think that if they cancel, they will cancel. If they can do things, they will do things. If they can't, they will plant the land. At least they can earn their own living and shouldn't be moths!"

There was another silence. A man with a crooked mouth looked like a sarcastic man and said, "they are showing loyalty! But they are stepping on my back, shameless!"

"Yes, what else do you read... Shameless!"

A residence newspaper disturbed the peace of Baoding Prefecture. The magistrate was so worried that he stared at those scholars with high prestige and scolded the originator in his heart.

"Fang Xing, you are full!"

……

"Xinghebo is really a wonderful idea!"

Under the pull of several cows, a heavy iron casting was pulled up through a gourd.

Several craftsmen watched from the side and shouted from time to time to control the height.

"Good, good! Slow down..."

"Stop!"

Several craftsmen pushed the iron castings in the air, slowly pushed them onto the heavy cement ground, and then carefully aligned them with the painted orientation.

"Put it! Put it slowly!"

"More! Steady, steady!"

"Good!"

After a slight vibration, the cast iron fell into the painted range.

"Good!"

Jin Ying turned back and said to Zhu Fang, "we should hurry up and tap the steel as soon as possible, as well as the machine tools you said. At that time, we will fight with the Ministry of work to see who is powerful!"

Zhu Fang nodded and said confidently, "it must be us!"

Jin Ying said with satisfaction: "that's good..."

Downstream of the canal, rows of tall and spacious houses have sprung up, and the track has led to the canal wharf

Everything is just the beginning